Through the rearview mirror, the assistant caught sight of this scene and was momentarily stunned. He hadn't opened the documents when he first got them—could there be something wrong with the files?
"Second Young Master?" the assistant asked nervously.
The man said nothing, his gaze lowered as he bent down to pick up the tablet from the floor. His eyes fell on the screen again, but now they were dark and cold.
Staring at the girl on the screen, with her vaguely familiar yet unfamiliar appearance, the man couldn't help but clench his hand just by looking at her.
Was it her?
But how could it be?
Wasn't she dead?
Then what was this person all about?
Frowning, the man fixed his gaze on the investigation results displayed on the tablet, a hint of chill in his eyes.
Bai Tang?
The daughter of Ling City's richest man, Bai Chengfeng?
Wasn't it her?
But how could two people in the world look so alike?
"Reinvestigate this woman's background. I want the most detailed version!" the man said coldly, tossing the tablet directly to the assistant in the front seat.
The assistant lowered his eyes to the tablet, and his eyes widened instantly: "This... she..."
"Find out!" The man in the back seat had already closed his eyes, his voice icy.
The assistant pursed his lips, frowning at the screen, his heart racing with shock. Wasn't this woman...
Half an hour later, the car stopped, and the assistant respectfully addressed the man in the back: "Second Young Master, we've arrived."
The man opened his eyes, picked up the sunglasses beside him, put them on, got out of the car, and strode toward the club.
The assistant went ahead to the front desk and said, "Hello, may I ask if your boss is in?"
Just as the receptionist was about to politely inquire about an appointment, she spotted Sheng Qi returning from outside and her eyes lit up.
The man standing nearby saw Sheng Qi enter and walked over, extending his hand: "Mr. Sheng, I've long admired your reputation!"
Sheng Qi looked at him expressionlessly, his demeanor distant and cold, and did not extend his hand.
The man paused, casually removed his sunglasses, and kept the smile on his lips unchanged: "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Feng Zi, and I'm a race car driver."
"I've heard so much about you, Mr. Sheng. I wonder if I might have the chance to have a proper chat with you?" Feng Zi smiled, looking at him with utmost sincerity. "It would be even better if I could spar with you."
Sheng Qi showed no emotional reaction, maintaining his usual aloof and cold attitude: "If you have nothing else, sir, please leave."
With that, Sheng Qi walked inside.
The assistant beside him tried to stop Sheng Qi but was interrupted by Feng Zi.
Watching Sheng Qi's cold and arrogant retreating figure, Feng Zi curled his lips slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes—in fact, there was a hint of chill in it.
As soon as Sheng Qi reached his office, You Yu walked in: "Boss, I heard someone came to cause trouble?"
Sheng Qi lifted his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Go find out why this person came to Ling City."
You Yu was taken aback, wiped the smile off his face, and asked seriously, "Boss, what's going on?"
Seeing Sheng Qi's stern expression, You Yu grew curious: "Who is it?"
"Feng Zi."
A madman?
You Yu looked at Sheng Qi in confusion, not immediately catching his meaning.
Sheng Qi pursed his lips, looked at You Yu, and said coldly, "The second young master of the Feng family, a madman true to his name—Feng Zi!"
You Yu snapped back to reality: "Him? What's he doing here? Is he really here to cause trouble?"
"Or did he set his sights on you? Cough, cough... I mean, target you?"